Gosh I’m sure you are all dying to know what I’ve been thinking of today. Today wasn’t very eventful, i went to my school “professional craft” fair and wasted my money on food and notebooks (one of them has an elephant on! with the skills i picked up from the Natural History Museum, i can correctly identify it as an african elephant. Me and my mum were having a discussion about how African Elephants totally kicked ass compared to Indian elephants). Oh, also Nicole (with the ice-skating party remember?) was there and we wondered around and she got a sweet henna tattoo and i now feel very guilty. Because she remembers we used to go to tuition together before going to our current school which i had totally forgotten and plus she also knew that i used to draw all over my rough book and subsequently she thought i was an art student or at least really good at art. I feel bad because i don’t know/remember anything cool or quirky about Nicole. I am going to find something out because she is just really nice, and we have bonded over the Rome trip and she didn’t give me a funny look today when i told her I’ve always wanted to wear more than one watch at a time and I’m glad people on the internet agree that that would be bitchin’. (I also want a leather jacket entirely covered in different watches…though watches that don’t work or else i would go mad from the ticking noise). But this blog needs order and bullet points:
- I wrote the above paragraph several hours ago and have now calmed down after watching Einstein and Eddington- i swear all science needs to do is proclaim David Tennant its official mascot or something and people would watch anything. “ooh- a lecture on mechanics! SPEAKER: DAVID TENNANT! I HAVE TO GET TICKETS!” i hate mechanics- but my love for Tennant overcomes anything. Seriously, science foundations should look into this. They could raise a ton of money to fund their crazy little projects and we could grow lime trees on the moon. (i don’t know why we would want this, but i think cherry and lime trees would just look really good on the moon. i have to draw that sometime. then go off and make sure it happens! i could eat moon limes! how fun does that sound?). But on the programme itself- I think Tennant has a great face for that period. I think some of it was really quite cliched and annoying (”ooh look at me I’m Einstein, the fun-loving-sock-hurler of Zurich!”) but it really is quite interesting considering i had no idea about the whole thing and plus it was fun because i got to yell at Fritz Haber and my parents were impressed i knew he he was. Oh yes Haber, we studied you in chemistry and i hate your guts. (oh for some reason, earlier, the people in my head were saying “god! your howler-monkey-guts!” i have no idea where that insult came from)
- I have also been thinking about blind people. My mother thinks i should volunteer for something and suggested reading to the blind. This means i have been wondering what my voice sounds like and whether i could read aloud well enough and oh my god what if i was reading aloud a really good book to someone but the way i read it just killed it for them? And how does Braille work? Can people read whole works in Braille or does that take too long? And i couldn’t wiki this because i was in a car! Okay…am on wiki now…very confused. Reading braille sounds awfully confusing and a lot of hard work. And of course the blind don’t just need to be read books. All kinds of documents! And does braille have a number system? So yes, i know have a blind friend in my head (my excuse for he rnot appearing before is that she moved to Toronto and things were just complicated okay?) who is called Amy and i know that sounds weird, but it means i will make more of an effort to find out about blind people…even though in my head its the future (okay, only like 4 years into the future but you never know what could happen in that time) so shes about to have her eyes replaced. Anyway. I will answer these questions eventually though probably not on this blog obviously.
- Trying to find volunteer work in Sutton…not just with the blind for anyone…will update you on that. I am not really sure why i am interested (or my parent’s think i can do this?) because i don’t actually have any skills and am hopeless with young children (well not hopeless, just slightly scared because i have no interaction with them at all) and slightly awkward with the elderly. Oh well.
- I have been thinking a lot about my chemistry teacher’s teeth. Yes i know that sounds really weird. But i just have this irrational hatred of his teeth. They are just so…nice and shiny and white and perfect. Maybe he had braces…but then again maybe not and therefore his teeth have become just another excuse to murder the prancing Abercrombie and Fitch clad doll. So to stop me from killing him i figured a stupid solution should solve the stupid problem. So i will forgive him if he gives a name to each tooth and put in on a clearly labelled diagram. Then make up stories about his teeth. It’s like he has a whole tiny world in his mouth! And his front teeth have teensy moustaches! Okay i’m not really talking about my chemistry teacher’s teeth anymore but just…teeth in general. Because i was making a story where the mandibular second premolars make a plan to incense the third molars with revolutionary talk against the maxillary central incisors, and then use a cunning plan to overpower the maxillary and mandibular lateral incisors to rule over the great united cavern…i just realised that i should just write a play about dental revolution which is just one huge metaphor about the fall of the Tsars and the October Revolution of 1917 etc. It would be great history revision! And i can use that plaster mold of my teeth! Wow. awesome. I knew i could find a cool use for that.
